❝ Life goes on and they mustlive. ❞

will write! :

— fanfiction
— original content + characters
— NSFW (gore, sexually explicit)

will NOT write :

— real people fiction (rpf)
— non-fiction
— incest and pedophilia

It actually does rain harder, but it's a lot warmer now so Sunny just laughs. And Basil laughs and Sunny laughs, and they grab each other's hands and they interlock fingers with each other and laugh and with rain drenching them, their lips find each other. Arms at sides, bodies pressed against each other, lips dancing.Their lips are not any more graceful than them. It's clumsy, and they're laughing so hard that they can't actually properly kiss, and their noses keep bumping into one another, and they're seconds away to collapsing on the floor from how hard they're fucking laughing, and oh, this is exactly what Sunny wanted.

And then he raises his arms, hands balled into fists, and he lets out a scream. “HOME!” He laughs it, he screams it, and Riku stands there like he’s watching art. Sora spins with his arms up, and Riku realizes that the only reason not screaming with Sora is because he thinks he’s dreaming. He thinks Sora’s not home and he thinks this is cruel, but when Sora shoves his jacket off his shoulders, revealing tan skin covered in scars, oh—Riku knows this is no dream.“Home,” Riku repeats and Sora looks at him. He must’ve thought the same thing, and then, all at once, they have the same epiphany: oh. You’re real. You’re so, so real.They run to each other and they tackle each other to the sand. They run hands all over each other, trying to see what a year has done to them—taller, stronger, shorter, weaker, they say all the words to each other because that’s what the year has done to them. It tore them apart and stitched them back together with a broken needle and they’re torn goods now. They’re the dolls on the shelves that no one will buy and Sora buries his head into Riku’s neck, letting out a scream.

“How ‘bout that Cloud likes wearing dresses?”“Aerith,” Cloud deadpans.“Yeah, come on, Aerith,” Tifa agrees. Before Cloud can thank her, she adds, “There’s nothing wrong with that…and that’s not a secret. I’m pretty sure Zack even takes him shopping.”Cloud sighs. “Anyway.” He whispers, “Even if Zack didn’t know,” and returns to a normal volume, “how would I even approach that? Just grab his hands, look into his eyes, and say… I don’t even know. And then what would you talk about? Clothes?”“Pretty princess dresses,” Aerith clarifies.Cloud rolls his eyes. “You can just ask if you want me to wear a dress. Next.”